Vic Chesnutt
Vic Chesnutt - Strange Language lyrics
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Up on the bluffwhere I wish I wastwisting up the pages of history My cold feet danglingmy bony arms gesturingto summon up a little chunk of that history In the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language Up on the bluffwhere the hardwoods jutout toward the gusts of history My crusty mind cracksmy restless heart tracksthe fractal lines of history In the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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